d with glass, overlooking the glittering spine of Manhattan. It was beauti

crisp uniform stood

she said. "Di

Colette. Put her bags

k in her professional veneer

t said. "She

ged on August's sleeve. "The contract.

as spies everywhere, Colette. Even the cleaning staf

ut

e cut her off. "It's big enough t

bedroom was the size of her entire

he Vatican. She didn't have pajamas, so she wrapped he

as wearing reading glasses, looking at a file. The sight of him-domest

?" she aske

up. "Stay on your side. Don't

y on the very edge of the

rned off

swallowed

eiling. She couldn't sl

d. Then he shifted again.

" she whispere

ep," he gr

, a low so

as curled on his side, his hands pressing against his t

d. It wasn't a question. H

ff," Augu

er. "You need to relax t

or's edge, a clear warning. He recoil

al, like the art restorer she was. She reached out, her cool fingers finding the

ere tension headaches. I'm not comforting you, I'm applying pressure to release it." She be

ic. They were strong, sure, and cool against his burning skin. He hated the intrusion

an to bleed out of him.

d, her thumbs working the tension out o

space between pain and relief. For the first time in m

h of her body near his. It should have been i

his eyes

ep," she

years, August Sanders fe